Novel & Cerita Congo

“Well my greediness has put you into chemotherapy that yourself and your entire generation has failed to do. Just so you know, I’m not doing everything humanly possible to see you beat cancer for you, I’m doing it for our children because they still need their father around. I might be greedy but I’m not selfish like you. Now if you will excuse me I need to attend to my son’s needs too.” Nathan is viewing the Congo footage from his office trying to find out who was on duty the day he met with the Kanzi clan. [knock on door] “Benjamin! come in” “Hey man! How’s is going? I need to talk you.” “What’s going on?” “We have a problem, a big problem!” For the past two

Charlie asked Merlin, "Is there any specific reason that the AI concluded that this trio is the Three Elders?" Merlin said, "First of all, as Benin borders Nigeria, the distance between Lagos and Porto-Novo is only a little over a hundred kilometers. It's highly likely that the three elders chose to leave from there. Furthermore, they have Oskian faces, and due to the resemblance in facial features, the AI module believes that there are genetic similarities that indicate a biological connection." Looking at the trio in the picture again, Charlie had to agree, especially the way they stood out from the other passengers around them.

Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week.

“ whoa, that is really deep. But what country is that? The Bahamas?” Well, I certainly didn’t see that response coming, I half expected she would bust into laugher telling me I was crazy for saying that, heck I didn’t think she would believe me enough to ask what country uses forehead connections as a means of communication. With a smile on my face, I told her “No, it's Tanzania, a small town in Tanzania actually. Ummm do you want to handle the dishes now or after the movie cus after the movie I’m going to be very tired.”

“Yep. He was from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and although his first language was French since he used it at school, he spoke Swahili at home with his parents.” “He never taught you French?” “He tried.” Mark grinned. “I ain’t great at languages, babe. Sorry. I’m better at human anatomy.” “Oh, I know you are.” They shared a smile, then she touched the tattoo again. “His name was Siwatu? Is that a first name?” “Yes. Means ‘born in a time of great conflict’… and he was. Everyone was.” “The never-ending civil wars.”

I played some Congolese music from my phone. The home theatre was a high quality one and enhanced all the sounds and made the music very enjoyable. It always feels good to hear Bill Clinton Kalonji's voice. The music I was playing was 7è leçon by Les Marquis de Maison Mère. The group consists of three of my favourite singers, Bill Clinton Kalonji, Jus D'ete Mulopwe and Ferre Gola.

Eleven Years Later Reagan “Momma, are we going to see Tessa,” my daughter, Cammi, asks. We’re pulling into Rich’s pack lands having caravaned our way here from out west. It’s our first real vacation since the pups were born. We’ve come back home for short periods of time and the family has come to visit us for the birth of each of my seven children, but since the birth of our youngest seven years ago, we haven’t really taken a family vacation.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

“North America?” I bite my inner cheek, “Warmer.” Harry pops his head up while he kept the fork in his mouth before opening his mouth, “Carolina.” I laughed again, “If you’re forgetting it’s not a country.” Harry blinks, “It just popped inside my head out of the blue. Anyways, Brazil would be a good name for you.” He wiggles his brows. “And why?” “Because you look so Brazil-liant.” He cracks the corniest jokes I have ever heard of my entire life but I still couldn’t help myself from laughing at it. He smiles at me, “I see you love my jokes.”

Aranjo shuddered, even though she was a goddess, because she had never seen so many corpses. "Who-who are you?" Aranjo stammered as he looked at the General. "We are the soldiers of Qiyang Kingdom! I'm General Ming Hao!" said the General. The Qiyang Kingdom was the strongest kingdom in this period. They are famous for being strong and ruthless. In every war they always win, thanks to the greatness of their generals. Aranjo looked at the general, the man was the general who was so exalted by His Kingdom. "Why are you attacking us?" asked Aranjo back.